can we be innocent somehow ?

dance around
in circles
spend a day
and then a night
and then a day

sometime soon,
read poems
light a fire in my room

words should make music
and with you they do
did you see the pictures
my legs in stockings ?

for you I can open

legs, heart
my mind with its infinite compartments
I hardly dare
but then i do

for gentle  dreams
like white horses
yellow
orchids
and rainbows